Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 558: 558: Everyone's an Orphan

Chapter 558: Chapter 558: Everyone’s an Orphan

The three of them searched the underground cave without finding anything useful.

During this period, Fang Zhou also experinted and discovered that not only the cave but the caverns with murals outside were also caught in a ti loop. Any damage done would be reversed in about half an hour.

Through testing, Fang Zhou found another piece of bad news—perhaps because the three of them were outsiders, they couldn’t benefit from the ti loop, and ti continued to flow for them.

Ming Aoshuang’s facial injuries healed over half an hour, thanks to the Healing Pills. If they could enjoy the ti loop effect, her wounds should have healed within half an hour.

To verify this, Fang Zhou tore Ming Aoshuang’s clothes and shattered a bronze statue.

After half an hour, the bronze statue restored itself, but Ming Aoshuang’s clothes did not.

This was terrible news, as it ant that if the three of them couldn’t find a way out, they would be trapped here until they died.

Fang Zhou could only place his hope on the vertical-pupil eyeball. He pulled out the gourd and absorbed Ming Aoshuang and Aya into it.

Bringing Ming Aoshuang in was mainly to prevent her from being controlled by the Beiming Heavenly Phoenix again. Inside the gourd, Fang Zhou could completely restrain her.

“Is this the Magic Treasure you used to sneak people into Refining Immortal City?”

Ming Aoshuang was surprised upon entering. Many had tried using such Magic Treasures to smuggle themselves in before, but they had been detected by the gates of Refining Immortal City.

Fang Zhou’s gourd was the first to succeed.

Fang Zhou ignored Ming Aoshuang and threw her aside after confining her power.

He located the vertical-pupil eyeball that had been absorbed earlier, referred to as the Heavenly Repair Stone by the Beiming Heavenly Phoenix.

This Heavenly Repair Stone appeared as a translucent gem, but with a vertical pupil in the center, it looked like an eyeball, seeming to scrutinize you from any angle.

Fang Zhou held the Heavenly Repair Stone carefully in both hands, studying it ticulously.

Ming Aoshuang and Aya gathered closer, curiously observing the stone in Fang Zhou’s hands.

Cautiously, Fang Zhou infused Innate True Qi into the Heavenly Repair Stone. The stone imdiately absorbed his True Qi like a sponge, emitting an invisible ripple.

Enveloped by the ripple, the three of them couldn’t move, and they were promptly absorbed by the Heavenly Repair Stone.

“Ahhhh, not again!!”

Fang Zhou scread as if he had been thrust into a spinning washing machine, turning round and round until he was dizzy and nauseous.

When he regained consciousness, as expected, he, Ming Aoshuang, and Aya were once again inserted into the body of an infant.

This ti, the infant was a hunter’s daughter in the mountains.

“Is this… my childhood mory?”

Aya quickly deduced their current situation.

Fang Zhou had to explain to her that the Heavenly Repair Stone could see through past and future lives, and they were now viewing Aya’s past mories.

So the three could only watch silently as bystanders, observing Aya’s growth.

Aya’s entrance as a baby was not in a crib but in a lush forest.

In the forest, a doe that had just given birth occasionally fed her milk to the infant, preventing her from starving.

This continued until an elderly mountain hunter appeared, taking Aya ho to raise her.

From this mory, it seed Aya was an abandoned infant, which astounded Fang Zhou, but Aya seed calm, possibly knowing this all along.

Previously in Cold Valley, Fang Zhou had seen parts of Aya’s life experience, but those were rely vague fragnts, not as clear and detailed as now.

Fang Zhou found Aya’s life story far more intriguing than that of Ming Aoshuang.

But now, with three people in one body, both won by his side were orphans, and Fang Zhou, in a way, was too.

Is everyone an orphan here?

The hunter, an uneducated and honest man, gave the infant a simple na, Aya.

Because Aya, when brought ho, kept calling out “aya, aya.”

The hunter was not a noble and had no surna; “Aya” was her entire na.

Aya grew up, exhibiting stunning beauty and a remarkably strong physique.

Under the hunter’s tutelage, she beca a capable hunter, able to hunt fierce beasts at a young age.

When the girl was twelve, the hunter reached the end of his life, and the girl, crying, buried her grandfather, living alone in the mountains.

Unlike the clamor during Ming Aoshuang’s mory, the three now watched the lone, resilient girl quietly.

Until an elderly man with a white beard appeared.

At the first sight of the elderly man, Fang Zhou perked up, then was taken aback.

This elderly man was the rlin Mage Aya had ntioned, who created the Magic Potion that allowed n to easily undergo Cultivation.

What astonished Fang Zhou was that this rlin Mage looked very familiar, especially his eyes and brow features.

“Child, you are the daughter of King Uther, a princess of this country. Your na is Althoria Pandragon!”

rlin Mage’s first words made Fang Zhou’s scalp tingle, feeling like he had stepped into the wrong scene.

Are you sure you didn’t say the wrong na, old man?

While Fang Zhou was bewildered, Aya seed calm, even slightly smiling.

The ti spent with rlin was the happiest period of her life.

Yet, the young Aya was very wary of rlin Mage who suddenly appeared. Her prolonged solitary mountain life made her distrustful of strangers.

rlin Mage was undeterred by the girl’s wariness, staying in the mountains to accompany her, teaching her various martial and military skills, and knowledge.

Five years passed, and Aya grew from a twelve-year-old girl to a thriving seventeen-year-old young lady.

“Child, you shouldn’t waste your ti in the mountains. This is not your destiny. Go down to the capital of the kingdom, where your fate awaits.”

rlin Mage urged Aya to descend the mountain and head to the Capital, as he himself prepared to depart.

Before leaving, he handed Aya a Longsword.

“When you reach the Royal Capital, you may go to the military camp. Use the skills I taught you, and the Longsword I gave you, to earn military rits for yourself. Your identity will never be known, and your origin will always be that of a commoner. This is a thorny path, yet it is your predetermined destiny.”

“But I want to give you another choice. You can go to the square of the Royal Capital, where there is a treasure sword embedded in a stone. No one except you can draw the Sword in the Stone, and once you pull it out, you will reclaim your princess status and regain the honor that should have been yours, inheriting the position of King.”